The Mystery:The Witch and the Scourge

I blinked and found that I read it right...

Ianna calmed down her surprise and walked forward, but found that the two of them stopped talking at the same time and nodded to her seriously.

At this moment, Ianna had an illusion in a trance: that is, they are the same group, and she is just an outsider!

"What are you talking about? You're so happy?" she asked with a smile.

Joyce said perfunctorily: "It's nothing, just talk casually. The Major General's knowledge is very profound and worth learning from."

Ianna turned her gaze to Bright again, and the latter nodded invisibly.

She no longer asked, but raised her hand and invited her:

"The dance party is about to begin. Are you ready to start the opening dance?"

Joyce put down the wine glass and took Ianna's weak and boneless plain hand:

“That’s exactly what I’m looking forward to.”

The melodious music sounded, and the men and women walked down the dance floor and stretched their bodies to the fullest.

The beginning of the music was relaxed and soothing, but Joyce listened to it a little familiar, thinking, could this be a song modified by Rossel?

"Your dance is as graceful as yours." He said after putting aside his bored thoughts.

Ianna hugged Joyce's shoulders, and the two of them were getting closer and closer. Her breath could blow on Joyce's face, allowing the latter to understand what it means to exhale like orchid:

"Behind the elegance, there is a passionate heart. Do you want to have a deep understanding?"

Damn, that's so direct! I'm not ready yet...

Joyce asked earnestly: "I wonder when I will get this opportunity?"

Ianna chuckled twice, her expression becoming more charming:

"Soon, because I'm becoming more and more interested in you."

Suddenly, she turned her head: "I heard about the assassination, you are very lucky."

I've talked to Bright about this question... Joyce said confidently: "The lucky result is often attributed to strength, what do you think?"

"So, I survived, but Major Diago died."

Ianna glanced at him deeply: "You are right, strength is the most important thing."

The song enters the middle and becomes more and more high, as if the waves are slapped at the reefs, releasing endless passion.

Joyce loosened his left hand, and Ianna skillfully rotated sideways for several times, and then returned to the former's arms.

She continued: "When I was a child, I heard a fable of Emperor Rossell the Great."

"One day, the Emperor took a car out and found a mantis in the middle of the road, raising his forelimbs to prevent the carriage from going."

"For mosquitoes, the mantis' strength is already strong enough, but it will be completely buried in dust just by just running over the carriage."

Joyce immediately went on: "Unless..."

“There are reasons why the carriage has to turn.”

Ianna thought for two seconds, and Zhan Yan agreed: "What she said makes sense."

"When I first chatted at the dinner last week, I thought you were very good. Now I am becoming more and more sure of my judgment. You are a truly smart person."

"Thank you for your praise," Joyce said modestly:

"That's because I've been looking forward to meeting you again, and I've made a lot of preparations for this."

Then, as if he remembered something, he asked, "There is something I've always been curious about..."

"At the dinner last week, we were having a great time chatting, but you suddenly left the banquet in a hurry. Did you encounter something urgent?"

Finally, he said apologetically: "Forgive me for your attention to you, because your temperament is very unique."

Ianna said with a smile: "It seems that I am a lucky person, too, and I can win the favor of Mr. Baron."

"I felt a little uncomfortable that night, so I came to leave early."

Joyce asked with concern: "Is it better now?"

"It's much better," said Ianna.

As the song came to an end, the two of them moved slowly and slowly, and finally ended the opening dance in an elegant posture.

There was warm applause at the dance, and Joyce held Ianna, stroked his chest with his hands, and bowed a gentlemanly.

Then, he found Bright's gaze in the crowd, and said in a lip-syncing manner without making a sound:

"Thank you for your advice."

"Do you want to dance another dance?" Ianna asked.

Joyce politely refused, "Although I really want to continue, I don't think I should have occupied you for too long, otherwise, the other male guests present would melt me ​​with their eyes."

"For example, Major General Bright over there."

Ianna was stunned when she heard this, turned around and saw Bright's cold expression, and said with a smile:

"Mr. Major General is always so serious. It seems you are not going to invite me to have a second dance?"

Joyce lets go of her hand: "This is respect for you."

Ianna nodded and said, "Okay, let's talk in detail when the three opening dances are finished."

Joyce agreed happily, turned around and left, deliberately passed by Bright, and said softly:

"The woman has returned it to you."

How could the believer of the Lord of the Storm, the noble Major General Bright, bear such grievances?

With a "click", the wine glass in his hand shattered, but Joyce walked away without looking back.

"What's wrong?" Ianna asked just as she approached.

Bright called the waiter to pack up the broken glass, and said with a blank expression: "Nothing."

Ianna was used to it and didn't ask in detail, but just advised:

"Don't care what Joyce said to you, he is deliberately angering you, letting you continue to make mistakes, and not being fooled."

The two turned their eyes to Joyce and saw that he was having sex with several young and beautiful ladies, looking like a playboy style.

Ianna continued: "He knows a lot of secrets, and even knows the personalities of both of us, and he looks prepared."

"What the hell is he trying to do?" Bright asked fiercely.

The music started again, and Ianna pulled him into the dance floor:

"He hasn't made a statement yet, but he is very confident and is not willing to turn against us. He must have another idea."

Bright said impatiently: "If you want me to see, just torture him. If you don't believe him, he won't hand over the list."

Ianna sighed: "Don't forget the result of divination. The list is still floating on the sea. What can you do if you kill Joyce? It will only anger the people behind him and cause a situation that will be broken."

Bright snorted coldly and suppressed his anger:

"What should we do? Are we hoping that he will hand over the list on his own initiative?"

Ianna smiled inexplicably: "You are right."

"But it's not that we asked Joyce to hand over the list, but what did he want to trade the list for?"

If he had been as righteous as William, he wouldn't have come tonight's dance at all... Ianna thought in her mind that a light turn happened to meet the gaze that Joyce cast.

He raised his glass and responded with a smile.